| Word up, this shit gon’be ill
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| (Uh-huh, uh-huh.) raw like sushi
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| Love paper like Ricky love Lucy
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| Pop collars, L got heat
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| Fifteen years, I’m thorough on the street
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| Flood the rap game with product
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| That bullshit video, I don’t know why you shot it The biggest L of them all, «Hollis to Hollywood»
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| and I still play the wall, y’all’s get the balls
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| motherfucker, Duke fold like singles
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| Bass from my joint make your clitoris tingle
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| That’s my word scrams, stupid ass in the club
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| You buy a bitch a drink, now you fallin in love
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| I gave y’all the love game you thought I was soft
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| Now you whinin like a bitch over some broad you lost
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| Playboy bunny got you feelin all crummy
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| Y’all niggaz want the honey all we want is the money
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| M.I. |
| crooked letter, crooked letter
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| I, nigga want to hump-that I I had a bad shooby-doobie for ya Down in Georgetown fuckin with the Hoyas
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| Lookin for a darkskin chocolate chick
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| Bowlegged with a perm and the ass was thick
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| Blacker the berry — well you know the rest
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| She got the most rhythm, she ride the best
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| Talkin midnight black, nappy hair with peas in the back
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| Scratch my pipe up everytime I hit that (oow)
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| She don’t look Hawaiian, she not Puerto Rican
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| No disrespect mami, but tonight L creepin
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| with the darkest honey I could find
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| Can’t hit a light-skinned dime all the time
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| Get your black ass over here, you out your mind?
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| I’ll turn Halle Berry down for you anytime
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| Black queen, dark and lovely, sippin on my bubbly
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| First you got to love yourself, then you can love me
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| M.I. |
| crooked letter, crooked letter
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| I, nigga want to hump-that I I still love you light skin, I’ll pimp y’all too
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| When I cruise through your hood girl, whatcha gon’do?
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| I heard only pretty boys get to run wit you
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| Topless in my six now, is that really true?
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| Baby look at you, your whole yellow crew
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| Cute baby face but look at what you bout to do?
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| «Si'l vous plais ma cherie, merci beaucoup»
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| When my joint up in her mouth, she like, «You speak Frenchtoo?»
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| M.I. |
| crooked letter, crooked letter
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| I, nigga want to hump-that I |